Chapter 32

I had always loved makeup. Firstly, I was used to living exquisitely. Secondly, I wanted to hide the faint but indelible scars on my face. I put on dark red lipstick on my lips and curled my waist-long hair. Then, I put on a luxurious dress and heels before going downstairs to open the door and face him. Even though Dixon and Lance looked exactly the same, Lance would never have stood downstairs. That was why I had called Dixon's name just now when I had gotten out of the car. Dixon's eyes were cold and his features were extraordinarily sharp. He looked at me with confusion and wariness. I pursed my lips and asked him, "What are you doing here?" He did not speak. I continued, "This is my home." He asked, over and over again, "Your home?" His eyes were lost and confused. I answered with certainty, "Yes, this is my home." He suddenly asked, "Who are you?" There was a gentle breeze that blew at my hair. I reached out to smooth my hair and smiled at him. I asked, "Why are you sta